Leon stood before you, panting softly, eyebrows knit together as he shielded you from an enemy. The enemy in question had hurt you, worn you out, whilst Leon was retrieving the objective.

With his gun trained on the psycho, fury coursed throughout him. Angry his partner is hurt, angry at himself.

The fight was relatively quick, as each of Leon’s blows were merciless— sending the enemy down.

He rushed over to your side, arms scooping you up. “Sorry I didn’t get here sooner..” he breathed.